FROM THE BEGINING “One sachet of water please?” A customer asked as he stood in front of her and she smiled. “Here sir.” Ashabi said and gave her a fifty naira note. She hesitated a while before she collected it, there was no way she was going to get the change, he is the first person that would patronized her that day and she didn’t even know what to do but as soon as she gave the man the sachet water, he gulped it down his throat at once and she know how thirsty he must have been. It is hot that day anyways. “Give me one more please.” He said to her and she nodded. “And my change?” the man asked as soon as he was done with second sachet. “Please, let me go and try to get the change,” she said, the man nodded and watched her run round the stalls to get the money with the bucket of water on her head. “He hissed and stretched then beckoned on her to come over. “I cant wait anymore…” the man said to her as soon as she moved closer to him and she nodded at him. “I am sorry sir
“Purewater! Come now, don’t you want to sell me purewater, I want everything.” He said to her and she frowned before she walked slowly to his store, business was slow that day and she had not even sold much since morning and the cold sachet water was no longer cold. “It is not cold ooo.” She said to him. “No problem, take it inside.” The man said to her as usual and she rolled her eyes and went in, she packed the water into the bowl in his shop and stood up hurriedly, she was glad he didn’t made any attempt to touch her like he usually does each time she come to his store, he had been her regular customer for three weeks now and he like buying all sachet water, so most times, she intentionally pass through the store, so as to get her quick money. “Fine girl, why are you going to accept what I am talking to you about?” He asked her as she made an attempt to leave. “In your dreams.” She said to him. “Just once and I will give you money to set you up.” He promised her. “No.” she
She opened her eyes as soon as she heard movement in the room, it was her sister Ashabi and she was glad that she is home, she watched her dropped a large sack on the floor and her face brightened immediately she saw her awake, it is been four weeks since they left the hospital after spending four weeks on the hospital, the doctor told her she was lucky that the abortion didn’t do further damage in her and she was recuperating slowly and she didn’t even know how long she would be on the bed. “Anti mi, ...” Ashabi said and moved closer to her and watched her sister raised slowly from the mat where she laid down initially. “Yes ... How is the market today?” she said and her eyes was fixed on the sac that her sister had dropped in the corner of the room. “Fine, Anti mi, have you eaten?” she asked her and her sister shook her head . “I stopped by at the market and get some food stuffs.” She said and stood up to get ready to cook. “Ashabi... Where did you see the money to get all thes
She took the almost empty bucket in her hand, there were few sachet in it , she has barely sold one bag that day and she was getting tired, it was the first time she would come out to sell, her sister insisted she stayed in the house to clear her head and each time she want to leave in the morning to sell, she made sure she locked the door so that she would not be able to go out … And funny enough, she accepted the punishment in good faith. She sighed at the thought and walked dejectedly away from Adigun's shop and turned dead ears to him calling … she even ignored the calling from the other men… and for the first time since she started offering herself to men… she felt ashamed … “Purewater… she heard a familiar voice and turned towards it and saw him walking towards her. “How many sachet did you want?” she asked him sadly. “My name is not Pure water. I am Ashabi …” She said to him sadly and he nodded … “Oh … I am sorry, I didn’t know your name.” He said. “How many pure w
“Do you think that this is a good idea?” Ashabi asked her sister as the bus finally leaves the village and her sister took a deep breathe and then held her hand. “Yes, it is. We will be fine.” Shade said. She closed her eyes deep in thought and remember how lives seem so perfect for them while growing up, they were four girls and she was the first, Ashabi was the second child, and then they have Tolu and Tope who are third and fourth respectively. Their parents were not the rich or the influential type but life seem so perfect for them, they were not born with a silver spoon but life seems no difference for them. Their father who was a civil servant did all he wanted to give them a better life while their mother a private school teacher also did her best to support. They attend the best school. “Education is the best gift I can give you.” The father will says to them and urged them to take it seriously and they did take it seriously until that day when she finished her examinati
“Then how do you pray without regular hijab?” He asked her“What do you mean by regular hijab?” She asked him.“You know for a Muslimah to observe Salah, you need to cover up all the part of your body, leaving at most your face and Palm.” He explained .“No one told me that , I thought it is only the head... You know I wear short and three quarter skirts alot. I only have just a long skirt ..” She said , she and her sister had only few outfits, having lost all their dresses to the fire years ago, the only outfits they were left with were just the few they took with them to school and that is what they have been wearing since the death of their parents, no one seem to care about their outfits.“You can start with that ... And if you don’t mind, I can get you one hijab and a skirt , you can always have it in your bag to pray ...” He said to her.“You will buy one for me ?” She asked with a frown...and he sensed it.“I said if you don’t mind, it is not a must ...” He said to her and sh
The feeling of being covered that she felt was out of the world, she felt secured! She felt covered! She felt pure! She felt so relieved And she keep smiling at herself that morning as she find her way to work.She know her boss will be surprised and she was as soon as saw her. “Oh ma Sha Allah, this is beautiful.” She said to her. “Take that wrapper you use for Salah in the store and tie it round your body so as not to stain your dress while you work.” She said to her and she nodded. She didn’t even thought of that.She smiled at herself as she continue mobbing the kitchen tiles, she had come so early that morning, even though she didn’t know how best to say it, she felt different with her hijab and Abaya and that very first morning she put it on to work, she swore never to wear any short dress again.Perhaps she should just look for who to give, her sister refused to wear hers , so she already have a spare... she can wear one alternatively. “Who is this?” she heard Hikmah’s
“Ma Sha Allah, I could barely recognise you...” Ismail said as soon as he caught up with her and she smiled at him. “So how is Ibadah?” he asked her and she looked at him not knowing what to say because she didn’t know the meaning. “I mean act of worship.” He said smiling at her and she nodded. “Oh... Alihamdulilah...” She said “And your sis?” He asked her and she sighed, her sister seem so off lately and she didn’t know what is wrong with her. She would not share her worries with her no matter how much she tried. “Is there any problem?” You can tell me anything.” He said to her with interest. “It is not that.... Hmmm, never mind... When are you travelling , is your exams results out?” She asked him , she remember him telling he would only go home after the convocation list is out “Yes, Alihamdulilah, I got to see it yesterday, and I will be travelling next week ins sha Allah.” He said to her and saw cloud of sadness on her face. They have become so close over the few weeks. “
“Break what engagement?” His father asked with surprise “ Are you mad or something? This boy is definitely crazy, don’t you think? How dare you talk back at me?” His father asked Further. “All these were done without my consent , is this not suppose to be my wedding? And I said I am not interested.” He said to his father.“You are crazy? Such audacity? Do you even know what you are talking about?” His mother asked him. “I told you I have someone I am currently dating, we have been together for many years, we love each other, how am I suppose to break up with her just like that?” He asked half pleading . “Was that not why I helped you with it? At least she must have read the newspapers by now.” His mother said.“Mum, that is unfair, I am not going to get married to this girl...I am not.” He said to his parents.“Where do this girl lives? I think I need to pay her a visit.” His mother said to him and he swallowed hard. One thing he is sure of is that exposing Sadiqah identity is li
So Far, So goodAziza gave her a nod as soon as the call got connected. “As salamualykum waramotullah ... Ma’am.” She greeted. “Wa alaykum salam wa rahmatullah wabarakatuh... Who is this ooo?” The voice asked from the other end and she swallowed hard. That was exactly the same question she was asked when she called her just a week ago and the week before and the week before that. “This is Sadiqah ma’am, how are you doing today ma’am?” Sadiqah asked her and exchanged glance with Aziza who was watching and also listening. “Alihamdulilah, who do you want to speak with?” The woman asked again. “I ... I...” Sadiqah said. “Are you sure this is not a strange number?” She asked and Aziza collected the phone from her hand, “As salamualykum wa rahmatullah wabarakatuh Ummu...” Aziza started and the woman instantly recognized Aziza’s voice. “Wa alaykum salam waramotullah wabarakatuh Ummu Habeebullah, is that you?” The woman asked from the other end. “Na’am, how are you and family ma’am
Ma’am, your phone is ringing?” She heard her sale assistant voice called out, she nodded at the girl and collected the phone from her.“Please attend to her need.” Sadiqah instructed her and moved away from the customer, so as to receive her call. “Hello…” The voice said from the other end and her heart missed a beat, she looked behind her as she moved to the far end of the store.“Hello… I know you can hear me.” The voice said to her.“What is it? What is it this time?” Sadiqah asked her.“How are you doing?” Dhikrah asked.“I know you wish I don’t call you…” Dhikrah asked further. “What … why are you calling me?” Sadiqah asked further.“I asked how you are… but you didn’t answer me.” Dhikrah asked calmly.“Don’t you missed your dear friend?” She asked further.“I am going to end this call now… stop calling me.” Sadiqah said and switched off the call, she was breathing heavily and look around to find a place to seat. Hmmm, what is it this time? Why is she calling me again?Haha, w
THE TWIST(The past )She sighed as she dressed up to go to her store that morning. He was still lying on the bed, he had return to bed immediately he return from the Masjid. “Are you not going to work?” She asked him. “I am not on duty.” He said and rolled to the other side of the bed. “Ehn, stand up and start going to your house.” She said to him and he sighed and sat up looking at her. “This is my house.” He said to her. “As if he pay the house rent.” She said to him and he smiled. He is happy she is in good mood. “You always rejected it every year remember.” He said “You are just so proud.” He said to her and she sighed. “Hummm, how best can I tell you that I am not after your money.” She said to him. “Oh, we can see that, Prof daughter.” He teased her and she smiled. “Dhikrah was here yesterday?” He said. “Is that a question for me to reply to? You saw her don’t you? And she was the reason you are here in this house.” She said to him. “If she was not here, I won’t hav
From where they were, they watched some ladies , five in total alighted from the two cars and walked into the stall. “That is Firdaus.” Dhikrah whispered as the ladies walked into the store, a lady was in front while the other four followed her closely. Sadiqah watched her moved towards her, she should be almost the same age as she is, dark in complexion as against the chocolate complexion that she is. She has bit flesh than she is and not as tall as she( Sadiqah) is and then sighed. She is not Luqman spec at all... I am more good-looking than she is...For a minute, the two of them stared at each other for a while, Dhikrah was sitting while Sadiqah was on her feet, not scared at any of them.“Who are you?” Sadiqah finally asked. “Oh, wow, so she can talk.” Firdaus said to her friends. “You mean you don’t know who she is ?” One of the ladies asked and Dhikrah stood up and whispered to her again. “Firdaus.” She said and Sadiqah frowned. “What Firdaus?” She asked..“Who are you?
She opened her eyes and saw him dozing beside her and she sighed. If only he is still the same man I fell in love with … He didn't care anymore … He is just enduring … Is this how we are going to continue like this… Hmmm, and I don’t even have a child If I have one, perhaps it would have been better …I would have had something to hold on to … But I don’t even have any …I have none … And I might never have … Or should I consider IVF .. Ehn… abi, what was the reason for not wanting it before? Will he agree now … He suggested it before? It is surely going to cost us a lot of money. .. She sighed deeply and swallowed hard the tears forming in her eyes.She had been on admission for two weeks and would be discharged soon according to the doctor. .. He had had been there all through and she know he had a lot of nights to repay Aziza and the thought of that caused a lot unease for her … But she know it is inevitable. If only I had a child too. Oh, ya Allah, forgive me all
She came out of the bathroom and met him at the entrance ... “I was about to come check on what you were doing inside... “ He said half teasing and she sighed. He looked a bit calm these days and she was thinking of the best time to have a discussion with him. Perhaps, I should let him know myself ... And damn the consequences ... Abi...before that stupid girl strike ... Ajoke, what is it again?” He asked looking at her and pulled her closer. And suddenly, there was a knock at the door, the couple exchanged glances. “Are you expecting someone?” He asked her and she shook her head ... Could it be the Dhikrah threat? The thought almost give her a heart attack... “Let me go and check...” She said to him ...“With your bath robe? Let me go and check ...” He said to her and walked out of the bedroom while she uses a Khimar immediately and ran out of the bedroom to see who it was.It was Habeebullah by the door ...“She is lying down?” She heard her husband asked and she moved c
Four months later, She walked slowly into her apartment and cleaned off the tears forming from her eyes as she went to lay on the bed ... Tired!!Wasted!!!She hated herself and wished she had not made the mistake of being in that problem in the first place ... Even though she wish she had someone to call but she was scared she might have to explain everything from the beginning , Bit she didn’t want to let anyone know about it... Dhikrah number was not reachable ...And then she recall they had some disagreement some months back and they had not communicate since then, She is the only one that can understand this from the beginning ...But I can’t even let her know it all... Perhaps this is what I have to face for all what I do . How do I tell my family about all of this? How do I even start? I left the house because I could not live with my step mother ... I left because I felt it would be good for every one, And then I fell further into something that should not have ha
MIXED FEELINGSShe signed deeper again and he glanced up from what he was doing and looked at her , she sighed again . “What is the problem this time?” He asked her and she sighed again and was about walking out of the room. “I am talking to you ...” He said to her. “Never mind...” She said to him. “If you know you don’t want me to share it with you , why do you keep doing what you were doing? Don’t you think that was distracting?” He asked her and she sighed again. “And she did it again.” She heard him said. “Don’t disturb me if you don’t want me to share.. I have some things to attend to.” He said to her and watched her leave the room while he returned to the papers he was looking through.In the living room, she sat down on the sofa and she eave a sigh. It is not obvious, He does not really care about me anymoreIt was not like before ... He didn’t care about me at all If he is, at least he would even show he cares about me ... Cou